The Music I Make

THE MUSIC I MAKE

In that moment �"

That eternity �"

 Before something becomes what you call “music”

That is where I live,

Where I will always live

In the ether where The Spirit hovers over the dark waters, and

The Earth is void and without form,

Where life begins and always is

That is where I live and breathe

 

Those primeval sounds

Elements sizzling and hissing becoming earth and stone

Gold and silver groaning,

 Cooling beneath the surface, of

A hot, and still angry, infant planet,

The first winds through the first leaves

When nothing had a name,

Just an invisible force

Rustling through unspeakable beauty

 

The antediluvian voice of the drum

Bass notes that throb with the ever-expanding universe

Bells that echo the voices of angels, and

The god-like mastery and transmutation of these elements

Not owned, not perverted,

But nurtured and cleansed by the purest love

The Alchemy of a single yet unpredictable outcome

The river flowing from the heart of Eden, and

Coalescing and manifesting in that sacred moment that we call MUSIC.

 

RWR